How good were those days,
where the memories were part of our life,
where these little things kept the story going,
where the pictures spoke more than our actions,
where two soul found solace in each other,
where our world revolved just around us,
but look at us now,
not a single glimpse at each other,
the silence cutting deeper than a knife,
thousand of words being left unsaid,
you gave me hundred of reasons to smile,
yet one simple reason to cry,
I can't let go of someone who gave me so much to remember,
but I have to,
because if I don't, I'll live in that perfect illusion,
where we are still together,
and that my heart won't get broken again,
forgetting you might be hard,
it will take time,
like always, the sun still shines brightly even after a storm,
that broken things often blossom into strong warriors,
so I will let go,
even if you already wrote the ending to our story,
and that forever wasn't a part of it.
YOU ARE READING
M e r a k i
Poetry"Even the devil quivered in fear when she unleashed her own demons."
